Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect by William Barnes. First Collection. Fourth Edition |
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HARVEST HWOME.
Second Peärt. What they did after Supper.
Zoo after supper wer a-done,
They clear'd the teäbles, an' begun
To have a little bit o' fun,
As long as they mid stop.
The wold woones took their pipes to smoke,
An' tell their teäles, an' laugh an' joke,
A-lookèn at the younger vo'k,
That got up vor a hop.
They clear'd the teäbles, an' begun
To have a little bit o' fun,
As long as they mid stop.
The wold woones took their pipes to smoke,
An' tell their teäles, an' laugh an' joke,
A-lookèn at the younger vo'k,
That got up vor a hop.
Woone screäp'd away, wi' merry grin,
A fiddle stuck below his chin;
An' woone o'm took the rollèn pin,
An' beät the fryèn-pan.
An' tothers, dancèn to the soun',
Went in an' out, an' droo an' roun',
An' kick'd, an' beät the tuèn down,
A-laughèn, maïd an' man.
A fiddle stuck below his chin;
An' woone o'm took the rollèn pin,
An' beät the fryèn-pan.
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Went in an' out, an' droo an' roun',
An' kick'd, an' beät the tuèn down,
A-laughèn, maïd an' man.
An' then a maïd, all up tip-tooe,
Vell down; an' woone o'm wi' his shoe
Slit down her pocket-hole in two,
Vrom top a-most to bottom.
An' when they had a-danc'd enough,
They got a-plaÿèn blindman's buff,
An' sard the maïdens pretty rough,
When woonce they had a-got em.
Vell down; an' woone o'm wi' his shoe
Slit down her pocket-hole in two,
Vrom top a-most to bottom.
An' when they had a-danc'd enough,
They got a-plaÿèn blindman's buff,
An' sard the maïdens pretty rough,
When woonce they had a-got em.
An' zome did drink, an' laugh, an' roar,
At lots o' teäles they had in store,
O' things that happen'd years avore
To them, or vo'k they knew.
An' zome did joke, an' zome did zing,
An' meäke the gre't wold kitchen ring;
Till uncle's cock, wi' flappèn wing,
Stratch'd out his neck an' crew.
At lots o' teäles they had in store,
O' things that happen'd years avore
To them, or vo'k they knew.
An' zome did joke, an' zome did zing,
An' meäke the gre't wold kitchen ring;
Till uncle's cock, wi' flappèn wing,
Stratch'd out his neck an' crew.
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